C2088 Mystery Age
"Son-in-law, this pot of Dragon Well was given to patriarch by a Southeast Asian commander last month. It is definitely one of the most precious items among the treasures. It is rarely seen even at the national banquet. Patriarch knows that you are coming today, so he has instructed me to prepare it for you in advance. Please try it. "
The middle-aged butler poured a cup of famous tea for Meng Ran and the other two. The teacups and teacups were made from porcelain from Jingde Town, looking elegant and elegant.
If they were placed in some treasure auctions, they would definitely be auctioned off at a sky-high price.
If those archaeologists and antique collectors saw these rare treasures, they wouldn't be able to live and worship them. Instead, they would use them to drink tea. They would probably be angered to the point of vomiting blood.
"The way the housekeeper makes tea is really smooth and natural, like the style of a great family." Meng Ran slightly narrowed his eyes and did not hesitate to praise.
One must know Meng Ran's identity. There was probably no other person in the entire Yanjing who could make tea with the steward's skill of making tea that could be praised by him.
Such a tea master was willing to be a butler in the Yin Family. One must say that the leader of the nine families was really imposing.
"Young Master, you are too kind." The middle-aged butler chuckled.
Yin Qingxue, who was sitting beside Meng Ran, blinked her beautiful eyes. She looked like Ran, who had just met her for the first time. She asked curiously,
"Ran, you actually know how to make tea? When I was young... when I was young..."
Yin Qingxue, who had originally returned home with a face full of joy, suddenly felt a headache when she mentioned her childhood.
"Xue?" Meng Ran frowned and quickly rubbed Yin Qingxue's head.
"I'm fine. I seem to remember that when I was young, the housekeeper often makes tea for me. It's just that it's a little blurry and I can't figure it out." Yin Qingxue smiled playfully and did not mind at all.
Only Meng Ran noticed that when Yin Qingxue mentioned 'when I was young', the smiling butler's expression suddenly changed.
Although the housekeeper hid it well, Meng Ran still caught it.
In my previous life, I was with Xue for so long. Why didn't I hear her mention anything about my childhood?
Meng Ran suddenly thought of something.
Da Da Da...
At this moment, the pleasant sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor could be heard.
Meng Ran looked up and saw a young man wearing a white coat walking into the living room.
Meng Ran's pupils shrank. Even Immortal Sovereign Tairan was shocked by the person who came!
He was too young!
The newcomer was too young. He was so young that even Meng Ran felt a little strange.
This young man's face was exactly the same as the Yin Tianzheng Meng Ran saw on his phone a few days ago!
However, in Meng Ran's opinion, this young man in front of him was even younger than the one in the video!
"You..."
While Meng Ran was still looking at the person in shock and bewilderment, Yin Qingxue had already jumped into the arms of the young man like a young swallow throwing itself into his arms.
"Father! Xiaoxue hasn't seen you for more than half a year. Why didn't you come to Beijing to see me? "
He really is Yin Tianzheng!
Meng Ran gently placed the blue and white porcelain teacup on the table and slowly got up. From the outside, no one could tell that Meng Ran's heart was in turmoil.
Meng Ran hesitated for a moment, but still called out. "Meng Ran greets the Yin Family Master."0
"Cough cough, this name of yours is calling our relationship distant," Yin Tianzheng said with a teasing tone.
Meng Ran's mouth twitched. He tried to hold back the discomfort in his heart and called out again. "Uncle... Uncle Yin..."
Yin Tianzheng nodded his head in satisfaction. He patted Meng Ran's shoulder and praised, uncle... Yin...
"As expected of Immortal Master Meng, who caused a storm in the Jiangbei's Jiangnan. He is indeed a young hero. You are the only one who hasn't lost his composure. "
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